Could That Really Be the Truth?

Later that night, Seiji purchased some desserts on the way and arrived at the Fuuma family's residence.

He rang the doorbell, and it wasn't long before the door was opened up by a little blue-haired girl wearing a one-piece dress.

"Onii-san, welcome."

"Hello, Fuuma-chan." Seiji smiled.

Airi's face flushed slightly red upon seeing his smile.

"Please… please come in."

"Sorry for the intrusion."

Seiji entered the Fuuma residence.

He saw a rather handsome blue-haired middle-aged man with slicked-back hair who wearing casual attire in the living room.

"Nice to meet you, Harano-kun. Welcome." He greeted Seiji with a husky voice. "My name is Hiroto Fuuma… Thank you so much for your help at that time."

"Nice to meet you, Fuuma-san. No need to be so polite. I just did what I should have," Seiji responded. He recognized this voice as belonging to the man who had talked to him on the phone before.